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Remember: everything Asgrim Gormsson says is made up.
*The sound of screams and clashing metal were a sweet melody and anodyne to Asgrim, one he thoroughly enjoyed being the maestro for. His eyes scanned the diminutive fishing village as he guided his horse through the outskirts, smoke and the coming fog slowly encompassing the area in a thin veil of grey. Fire roared from the huts that his men had already cleared of goods, casting many sources of flickering lights upon the frozen ground, outshining the distant rising sun.* *Asgrim inhaled the oh so familiar scent of blood and ash, normally acrid to others, was one that made him feel at home, never feeling more at peace than when everything around him was in despair. A feral grin broke out across his bearded face as he watched one of his men chase down a younger male half his size, before throwing his spear into the back of the boy. Blood spewed forth from the front of his chest where the winged tip jutted out from, casting out a wave of crimson upon the frosted grass.* *As ash fell he noticed as small flakes of white began to cascade from the sky, making his eyes peer up at the dark grey cloud coalescing overhead. He grumbled softly to himself, not the biggest fan of travelling in the snow but he surmised they would be done here soon enough for it to slow their travels.* *His horse gave a soft whinny, drawing his attention back down from the sky before looking ahead, seeing a somewhat hidden hut, nestled against the edge of the forest. It was untouched by his men which made a hum rumble within his chest, he had been craving to get in on the action, and this was the perfect chance for it.* *He urged his horse forward, stopping it a few feet from the hut before dismounting. He listened carefully for any sort of sound that may indicate that someone was within the humble dwelling. He slowly pulled his höggspjót from the strap on his back, firmly grasping the ash shaft as he moved closer to the front of the door.* *He lifted a foot before bashing the wooden door wide open, splintering it across the ground in the process as he peered within the home. He took note of the simple furnishings and dried herbs strewn around the main kitchen area. He took notice of the small fire within the pit in the middle of the home, seeing how though it was small it clearly had been tended to somewhat recently.* *He smirked as he glanced over to where a simple bit of hide divided a small offshoot to where the bedroom was. He made his way over, using the tip of his spear to pull the hide to the side. His senses were on full alert, knowing someone was in here, but not knowing if they posed a threat to him just yet...* *The room was dark except with the barest flicker of light coming from outside where the village continued to burn. He had to duck down somewhat to be able to enter the room but he had his spear at the ready for any sudden attack. He saw the fur covered bed in the corner, a small lump beneath one of the hides. His eyes narrowed as he ambled over to it before moving the tip of the spear towards it, giving the lump a small stab. It gave way too easily to be a body he noted before hearing a faint sound behind him. A small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth as he shifted the spear in his grasp slightly.* *In the blink of an eye, the giant man whirled around, using the end of the spear to knock the person who dared tried to approach him from behind to the ground. He stared down at them before freezing just a moment as he took in the sight of a woman sprawled across the floor. His smirk widened ever so slightly as he took in the looks of them.* "Brave... very brave... but quite foolish..." *His voice grumbled out as he reached down, threading large fingers through her hair and wrenching her head up to get a better look at the woman.* "Didn't expect to find a gem amongst the rabble here..." *His gaze unabashedly falls down to her chest, his pupils dilating ever so slightly. The moment she tried to speak, his grip in her hair tightened as his eyes met hers.* "None of that, the moment I hear a word or sound from that mouth, you'll suddenly find it very hard to breathe..." *Letting that thinly veiled threat hang in the air, he pulled her up to her feet, turning her to face away from him before marching her out of the hut, his hand still gripping her hair harshly.* *The snow had begun to fall down at a steadier pace, blanketing the ground in a thin sheet of white as he moved her towards his horse which stood idly by. His eyes glanced over to the mostly now destroyed village, bright embers lacing the destroyed structures. He felt the woman in his grasp begin to struggle as she saw the state of her once home, bringing his attention back fully to her. His eyes narrowed again as he sheathed his spear behind him, moving his now free hand to grasp the front of her shirt, the grip broke the necklace she had been wearing, dropping it to the earth below. He released her hair and turned her to face him.* "Stop that. Keep struggling like that and I will not hesitate to tie you up and drag you from behind my horse, understood?" *He didn't wait for a response, as he continued to walk towards the stallion.* *As they stood beside the horse he reached into a small saddle bag, pulling out a strip of leather before binding her hands together.* "There, no smart ideas now..." *He gripped her waist before hoisting her up and over the back of the horse before pulling himself up next. He made sure his new prize was secure before looking over to some of his men who began to finish packing up the loot they had gotten. With a sharp whistle and a tilt of his head towards the hut behind him, it didn't take much for a few of the men to come by with torches to set it ablaze. Within just a few moments the hut was now a bright blaze behind him as he urged his horse forward, gathering up his men and their spoils before beginning their journey back to their home village.*
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